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DE'I'ROI'I‘, SEPTEMBER 28, 1886.

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

FINDING FA UL T.

 

In speaking of a person's faults,
Pray don‘ t forget your own;

Remember those with homes of glass
Should seldom throw a stone.

If we have nothing else to do
Than talk of those who sin.

’Tis better we commence at home
And from that point begin.

We have no right to judge a man
Until he's fairly tried;
Should we not like his company,
We know the world is wide.
Some may have faults, and who has not?
The old as well as young;
Perhaps we may, for all we know,
Have fifty to their one.

I‘ll tell you of a better plan,
And find it works full well.

To find ‘your own defects to cure,
Ere others‘ faults you tell;

And though I sometimes hope to be
No worse than some I know,

My own shortcomings bid me let
The faults of others go.

Now let us all, when we begin
To slander friend or foe,
Think of the harm one word may do
To those we little know:
Remember curses. chicken-like,
Sometimes to roost come home;
Don‘t speak of others‘ faults until
You have none of your own.

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PLEASURE EXERTIONS.

 

The long. warm, sunny days of summer
are again past and with them the “excur-
sion days” have fled. It has been my good
fortune to pass a goodly number of the sultry
days on the water, and I have found
pleasure and profit in this enjoyment. The
cool breeze brought invigorating solace to
mind and body; the relaxation from the
daily round of household cares and duties,
brought rest and refreshment to the wearied
nerves, brain and muscles. I ever find in-
tense enjoyment in watching the individual
in the multitude; so much of character is
shown in the unconscious act, the unguarded
word, and artless expression of emotion,
:as the party bent on enjoyment is met
by untoward or pleasurable experiences.
There is a party who have schemed and

long time to bring about this cherished
plan. He has consented, grudgingly, at
last, and feels rather morose yet. How
deferential all are to his majesty, how they
watch his countenance and hasten to fulfill
or anticipate his wishes. Each one is eager
to help him, be it to an easy chair, the
best place, or press upon him the best

pickings of the lunch basket. How grimly '

he accepts all the little services, and with

whata grand air of condescension he un-
bends at last and permits himself to be
amused, but to all it is a “pleasure exer-
tion.” Here a mother, anxious to give
her little flock a holiday, sits in the midst
of the happy, boisterous crew, trying to
answer the questions of all at once, warn-
ing, directing, restraining, reproving, as
seems necessary to the several sexes and
sizes; clutching the excited baby, diving
after the reckless two-year-old, calling
back the older ones, ah, me, I fear she will
find it a “pleasure exertion.”

That old couple would have had a
pleasant time if they had been content
to have taken an hour or two on the
river, but others were going, they must go
too. They rose much earlier than their
wont, hurried beyond their strength to get
ready to reach the boat or cars, the jaunt is

, long and wearisome, and long before they

reach home they find they have been delud—
ed into taking a “ pleasure exertion.” The

somewhere, so took this occasion to have a
good time. They started off happily
enough, but a crowd is a bad place for
“ spoons." They were for a time oblivious

meaning nod and smile that followed their
movements, and the young lady drew her-
self up in a very dignified manner, the
young man looked very conscious and
actually commenced to whistle in his em-
barrassment. then collapsed utterly, beat a
hasty retreat, but soon returned with some
candy, and they moved off to another
place, and were prudence and propriety
ever after: but surely it was for them only a
“pleasru'e exertion.” The good pastor of a
church and sabbath school. seconded by his
helpers, with their minds filled with glowing
desire to give pleasure to their charges,
initiate the movement for an excrn‘sion; and
with a vast amount of suggesting, planning
and urging. finally find fruition. A day
is set; they work early and late, selling
tickets, talking up the prOSpects, dilating
on the advantages, urging the necessities,
providing for contingences and obtaining

‘the necessary accompaniments. The day
coaxed, perhaps flattered the father a*

arrives, and they work like beavers, super-
vising, looking after details, providing re-
freshments. suggesting amusements, and if
it be ever so successful an affair, they must
find it a “pleasure exertion.”

 

, and weight of this appendage must think
them immense. “We are going on an ex—
cursion” says one, “now what shall we

young fellow and his best girl must go‘

to all surroundings, but they awoke to the '

 

The feature of all these excursions is the i
lunch basket. Any one who would measure ‘
the appetites of the excursionists by the size ‘

take for lunch?” The outcome generally is
wonderful. Sandwiches, pie, cake, several
kinds of pickles, cheese, fruit, jellies,
drinks galore, dishes, napkins and table
cloth are packed, pressed and crushed into
baskets, boxes and bundles; wraps, um-
brellas, and fans are added, often books and
papers, until the weight to be carried is so
formidable that the unlucky masculine
who must perforce manage them utters
imprecations deep if not loud, on “the
absurdity of carrying provisions enough for
a garrison for a day’s picnic.”

Although the ride develops appetite, it is
not always appetizing morsels that are
rescued from the crush, and the baskets are
often so overloaded at best. that even after
lunch, they are not perceptibly lighter.
Then the growl comes in again, about the
abominable foolishness of women tiring
themselves to death baking enough for
threshers to carry to a picnic, to bring home
again or throw away.

If it falls to the lot of feminines to carry
the baskets, they generally make the best
of it, and bear their martyrdom with out-
ward resignation, but inwardly protest
that “next time they won‘t be such fools,
no matter what Mrs. Grundy says.” Miss
Toady may break her back carrying a whole
provision store if she likes. they will con-
tent themselves with a box they can throw
away when lunch is eaten: but, alas for
feminine nature. next time the old venture
is repeated, and they again enjoy a
“ pleasure exertion.’ ’

There seems to be a mania on this sub-
ject. Any one who will notice the enor-
mous baskets carried by small parties, and
witness the annoyance and anxiety con-
sequent on guarding them, must come to the
conclusion that “it is too many oats for
the shilling,” and adds very much to the
penalties of a “pleasure exertion.”

Many have fathomed the deep sea of
enjoyment, dress for the occasion (too fine
clothes often cause the “exertion,”) take
only sufficient and plain lunch. don
burden themselves with the cares of life,
remember that other people have rights,
that they must be seen of others, and with
good will and courteous demeanor, with a
desire to please and a determination to be
pleased, they exact a good time even from
untoward circumstances and rarely find a
“pleasure exertion."

INuLEsmE.

A. L. L.

FRESH cider can be kept by the following
method: Boil the cider fifteen minutes and
skim off whatever comes to the top. Bottle
and cork while hot. It is not necessary to
sea1_it,_and itwill keep as long as wanted.

   
  
  
   
   
    
   
    
   
   
  
 
    
 
    
  
  
  
   
   
  
    
   
   
  
   
  
  
    
  
   
     
  
  
   
    
 
    
  
   
   
  
  
   
    
    
     
   
 
   
  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  
  

 

 


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WEBSTER ,EARMERS' CLUB.

 

“ How far shouldthe wife be conversant
with the details of the farm,” was the
question the ladies of the Webster Farmers’
Club discussed at the September meeting,
while the men listened and asked questions.

Mrs. F. Chamberlain said, to the minutest
detail; could any one say why not? That
man and wife are one is an axiomatic truth
as old as the marriage relation. Ifthe union
is to be happy, harmonious and lasting,
there must be confidence, trust and co-
operation. ‘ A wife cannot successfully per-

form her part in the maintenance of the
economy of the farm. who is groping in the
dark. While it is true that an orderly and

well arranged household requires the best'

efforts of an educated woman, educated in
the line of her duties, still there is com—
prehensiveness enough embodied in her
organism to graSp intelligently all the de-
tails necessary to a success in farm life.
This belittling of the power of women to
rise to occasions of emergency and display
strength of purpose and persistency, is being
happily relegated to the obscure corners
of the past, and the truer mission of the
loving wife appreciated by that nearer co-
operation of equal confidence. History is
not wanting in brilliant examples of.
women who have scored their mark high up
on the temple of Fame, and moved the
world as only power of mind intensely
directed can. It is needless to take a toil-
some search through the records of bygone
days to find instances of large hearted
heroines at the front in all crises of nations
and peoples Joan of Arc made history for
France; Rose Bonheur maintained the high
position of an artist, while .Madame de
Stael displayed a force of intellect to which
men gave universal assent. Austria’s Maria

was more than a match for Prussia’s great

Frederic. In our own land it was reserved
for a Harriet chher Stowe to touch the
keynote of emancipation, after the vain
effort of a Garrison, by the simple story of
“Uncle Tom’s Cabin,” catching the popular
ear, quickening the conscience cf the
American citizen, and hastening the em—
ancipation of the African race. The Brook-

lyn bridge, one of the most stupendous

engineering feats of the nineteenth century,
was carried through to completion by the
wife of the designer, after he had been
stricken down with disease, simply because
she was a woman who was instructed in the
details of her husband’s business. True, all
women are not destined to imitate, or have
have the power to accomplish such work.
Yet with such examples of the latent power
in women, how senseless to suppose there
would be a rural earthquake if a wife
should happen to know how best to sow
the seed, harvest the grain, or when to seek
a market. Thoroughly posted in all the
various modes of farm work, should she be
left alone, she is in a. position to go for-
ward with the farm, instead of selling off
the stock and tools at a sacrifice, leaving
the land to go through the ruinous 'process
of renting, while the boys grow up strangers
to the requirements of their patrimony.
Mrs. Chas. Rogers was a firm believer in
the wife’s right to know all the operations
in the barn and field. Those men who

 

 

took council of their wives were generally

successful. .The more farm details were

communicated by the husband to the wife,

the greater the benefit of her advice, as her

thoughts were thus drawn to the affairs out—

side the threshold. Study and observation

ripened her judgment, and she. proved a
a safe counselor.

Mrs. Amos Phelps questioned whether a
too great attention to outside work might
not lead to buttonless shirts, unsavory
meals and untidy kitchen.

Mrs. Wm. Ball had found that whatever
her capacity might be for a first class farmer,
her work, with its attendant perplexities,
engrossed all the spare time she had. There
might be such a thing as attempting too
much and accomplishing nothing. She
had never been impressed with the so—called
woman’s universal mission, and without re-
flecting upon those who thought differently,
was content to do her part, leaving to her
husband such details of his work as he had
to meet. The care of children when young
was a question of some moment, and the
mother must add to her duties the care,
mental, moral and physical, of those who
are so near and yet so difficult to train for
future usefulness.

Mrs. F. Litchfield found no trouble to
keep buttons on collars and wristbands,
while her eyes were rested by the glimpses
of the ripening grain, the contented stock,
or the knowledge that business outside was
not to her an sealed book. Variety it is
said is the spice of life, and to whom can
this boon be more appropriately given than
to home-tied farmers’ wives.

Mrs. C. H. Wines evidently had given
this question in its various aspects much
serious thought. She believed the more a
person knows the easier it is to get along.
Hence no education the wife. got from
observation of farm matters could do harm,
but enlarged her comprehension and made
her an excellent adviser. Where economy
in expenditures is necessary, owing to a
limited income, a knowledge of the fact
helps her to deny herself bravely, when if
left in ignorance it would be done grudging-
ly. As to the inquiry of gentlemen as to.
the butter and egg money she would say she
had always claimed it as her perquisite, but
if a shortage ever occurred in her husband’s
purse, the fund was cheerfully at his dis-
posal.

Mrs. W. Blodgett believed it to be a
woman’s right to know her own business.
The knowledge did not neccessarily imply
an interference. A husband who deserves
the name takes pleasure in consulting his
wife and the wife the husband; and where
these confldences are freely exchanged both
are better for it. There is less sitting on
the top rails of line fences discussing crop
prospects with neighbors by the men, and
fewer frowns and wrinkles in the kitchen

by the women. C. M. STABKS,
Corresponding Secretary.

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A CORRESPONDENT of the Country Gen-
tleman keeps in her kitchen a jug -two~
thirds full of cider vinegar, to which she
adds the rinsings of the preserve kettle, the
juice of fruits, etc, and says the vinegar
thus made possesses a richness and flavor

FARMING IN NORTHERN MICHI-
GAN.

 

A few years ago, with some misgivings as
to the possibility of making a living, we
bought a partially improved farm in the
hardwood district of northern Michigan,
mainly because the bread-winner’s health
was better in the pure air of the pineries
than farther south. It is a delightful place
of residence, with its pure, bracing, exhilar
ating air, the clearest of water, and beauti—
ful scenery. Our summers are pleasantly
cool and our winters—well, they are cool,
too, though we have always good sleighing,
and never any mud. But there is one draw-
back to farming which I have not seen men-
tioned in print, and which land agents are
silent about. It is not in the soil; that in
the hardwood lands produces abundantly.
It is in the possibility of late and early
frosts. On our own farm we raise only the
grains and vegetables not affected by frost.
and have always secured a crop of corn by
using sweet corn and the ninety day varie-
ties. People say that when the country is
cleared up frosts will disappear; but that
does not console me for the loss of my gar-
den beans—which were and are not. We
have very few insects to prey on crops, due
probably to the climate; we never have grass—
hoppers enough for the chickens.

The pine lands I have never made up my
mind about, they seem very poor and bar-
ren; but sometimes I have seen things grow
surprisingly on them. All will grow clover,
as can be seen by the lumber roads, which
are thickly seeded to clover and timo-
thy. Settlers on them say they can be
brought up by fertilizers at less expense than
hardwood land can be cleared. They are
often settled upon and often abandoned.
Riding by a deserted homestead last sum—
mer on which the owner had spent much
money and some time, Diogenes remarked:
“Why didn’t the Lord make these lands so
good they would repay cultivation or so
poor that no one would waste work on them?’ ’
Yet in the neglected orchard the few trees
which had escaped the browsing of deer
were loaded with green apples, a row of
current bushes were full of fruit, the straw-
berry bed had outrun everything else, while
the fields were growing up to red and black
raspberries and blackberries. This brings
me to my text: There is not a foot of land
in Northern Michigan that would not amply
repay the cultivator of small fruits. The
immense profusion of wild fruits and
berries indicates that. This year hundreds
of bushels of blackberries as large as any of
the cultivated varieties rotted on the vines
for want of hands to pick them. If small
fruits were cultivated extensively there
would have to be canning factories, or, what
would be better, drying machines, which
would dry fruit mixed with sugar, in the
way our grandmothers prepared it before
canning was known. That would make
something new for grocerymen; but it would
not be best for many to engage in that busi-
ness, it might be overdone. I want to go in-
to that business myself. I am testing small
fruit culture and next year will give our
HOUSEHOLD readers the result of my ex-
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daintily the first meal here. We smile to
ourselves, knowing that in less than twen-
ty—four hours they will eat like harvest hands
Indeed, the suddenness, size and extent of
the appetites the climate creates are laugh-
able.
As a remedy for carpet moths, I have
found a little instrument called “ Grifiin’s
Vermin Exterminator,” consisting of an al-
cohol lamp with a tin can over it for water,
and a little rubber hose for directing the
steam,the best. It killed the currant worms on
my bushes and the ants on my shelves. And
once there was a woman in Northern Mich-
igan who suddenly discovered that she had
bedbugs in the house. Deep was her shame
and humiliation, because on timidly broach-
ing the subject to her neighbors she found
she was the oulywoman in Michigan who had
" ever had a bedbug in her house. She fought
them with poison, with boiling water, with
insect powder, with varnish and putty, and
found it was not an easy matter to get rid
of them. Through much tribulation she be-
came deeply learned in their ways and
found that in time of battle they can hide
behind a picture hanging above the afllicted
bedstead, or get under the wooden bands on
a trunk. But she used the instrument here
named and found that the steam could pen-
etrate where nothing else could. and that
eggs that boiling water only helped to hatch
were killed at once so there was no after-
math of young bed-bugs. And today she
is a very grateful woman to the inventor—
that is, I should suppose she would be.
. HULDAH PERKINS.
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A GERMAN FLOWER SHOW.

PIONEER.

 

It has been my pleasure and good fortune
to see many, fine floral displays in the
States, but that given by the Mimich florists
this summer excelled all. Most of the
HOUSEHOLD readers are presumably of the
gentler sex, and as all women love “the
flowerets, the bonnie wee flowerets,” some

' account of it may prove entertaining to
them.

The glass-palace, a structure modeled
after the Crystal Palace of Hyde Park,
London, and a; signed for an industrial ex-
hibition, but sites used for various such
purposes, was turned for the time being
into a scene of bewildering and fairy-like
beauty. The entrance is an arched way
with carved decorations overhead, finished
in gold. The bust of the king adorned the
gateway, set in the midst of a bed of
rhododendrons and through beds of roses,
azaleas and ferns bordered with spirea, one
came to the centre, a large fountain, with
a border of japonicas, fuchsias, blue
hydrangeas and bunches of yellow lilies.

The sense of smell was assailed by
thousand sweet odors and the sight
astonished by the airy lightness and be-
witching loveliness of the picture. This
scene of enchantment surely sprang into
being at the waving of a fairy’s wand or at
the behest of a Hecate.

Tall jets of water shot up nearly to the
transparent roof, falling again in a silvery
shower, glittering and gleaming in the
morning sun. The floor of the palace was

covered with earth, and about this shining"

a profusion of the rarest floral treasures.
Beds of warm dark coleus and an almost
endless variety of begonias, whose brilliant
colors burned like perpetual fires, were set
off by the most delicate blue or salmon
tinted lilies and clusters of "Blue-eyed
Mary.” Some fuchsias were exhibited,
grown into tree-like forms, having thick,
woody stems as large as my arm and ex-
panding at the top into a drooping um-
brella-shape from which countless shell-like
blossoms were suspended. The room spread
from this focal point of brightness and
beauty into two long wings, the right one
having an outer wall of dark green trees,
ferns and palms. against which deutzias,
wiegelias, lilacs, syringes, some profuse yel-
low bloomers, some spiky red blossoms,
rich as dragon’s blood, one lonesome snow-
ball and many other old favorites were set.
One spot, eSpecially interesting. was de-
voted to the low, tiny creeping plants,
mosses and flowers of the high Tyrolese
Alps. Edelweiss, primulas, delicate white
crepis, deep blue gentians, coquettish
ladyslippers, starry-eyed blossoms, the
daintiest things imaginable, and low pinks
clung to the scanty soil, and flourished as
well in this artificial home as on their
native mountain rocks; here were also the
drooping blue bells of our own campanula,
aquilegia, low phloxes, our common wild
violets, blue veronica, valerian, which grows
plentifully on the Ohio hills, creeping
varieties of saxifragas, others with tall
sprangling stems, tipped with delicate
pale pink or white flowers, diminutive
rhododendrons and orchids. A bed of
azaleas was a marvelous shading from
faintest cream to warmest flame, which
deepened into richest orange or bronze.
Each flower was as large as a lily, and each
stem held seven or eight of these perfect
lily cups. I counted awhile to see how many
one of these extravagantly decorated little
bushes supported; ten multiplied by sixteen,
multiplied by forty and gave it up, preferr-
ing rather to feast my eyes on the glow of
color which radiated from these exquisite
blossoms, whose warmth was brightened by
a flood of golden sunbeams pouring into
the western wing at this hour. On the
other side of the graveled walk grew
rhododendrons covered with pale lavender
blossoms, side by side with crimsons and
deeper reds; others were pale pink with
brown dottings in their pretty throats.

Perhaps the richest bed was one of low,
broad-leaved plants, whose large, velvet
blossoms were infinitely richer than the
finest fabric of this name; one lined with
royal purple might serve as the home of a
fairy queen; others of softest pink outside,
like the flush on amaiden’s cheek, were
rosy red within, like her lips.

In_ another corner were the well-
known annuals with which every cul-
tivator is familiar, mimulus in a variety
of colors, gilias, long blue and white lupins,
nemophilas and nasturtiums; and a cluster
of modest SWeet scented mountain 'violets,
the oiolette of the Italian peasant, which I
have also found in the Austrian Alps, is
sheltered beneath the scarlet glory of the
Ganna Indica. _ . ,

A ”lily-leaved plant was a novelty; from

 

centre weregrouped parterres planted with

red petal, half a dozen petals united;
pistil and stamens are also joined into
something like a curled-up yellow-white
worm. It is from South America, and
botanically has the name Anthurium Scher-
zerianum. Another oddity in flower life
was a prodigal bloomer, each flower of
which is like the round brush with which
the kitchen maid cleans her lamp chimneys;
the hairs of this pretty brush of Queen
Flora’s servant are brightest red in color.
with golden tips.

From tree trunks covered with tropical
mosses, strange and grotesque flowers
trailed their fantastic forms; some attracted
the eye by their grace as well as novelty,
others resembled more some uncanny ani-
mal. rather than plant life. Among the
Agaves were some of gigantic size. stretch-
ing out their long spiky arms or pointing
upward with their sharp tipped leaves.
The splendid fan ferns, whose trunks, dark
thick rooty looking masses, are each as
large as a man’s body, made a stately dis-
play; from the top drooped the graceful
feathery branches and brown fronds slowly
revealed themselves in a mysterious un-
curling which went on day after day before
the delighted eyes of the flower worship-
pers. These, with the agaves, as well as
all tropical plants, came from the botanical
garden which adjoins the glass palace.
Another instructive display from the same
source was of shrubs and trees from which
many articles of commerce and daily use
are obtained, such as the coffee plant and
berry, cinnamon tree of Ceylon, and the
prepared bark, the tamarind tree of India
and its fruit, peculiar plants bearing nuts
which fall, and bury themselves in the earth
to ripen; they are native in tropic countries

‘and cultivated for the nuts which are eaten

roasted, and for the arachid oil made from
them. A specimen of Hibiscus from the
West Indies has seeds giving out a pleasant
odor, from which a perfume is made,
patchouly I think; the yellow powder so
useful in the extermination .of insect pests,
the horror of every neat housekeeper, is
obtained from a dull crimson-colored flower,
not unlike our aster. Dracaena draco
furnishes juices called dragon’s blood,
which serve as a dye for the wood of furni~
ture. There were many others equally in-
teresting and useful, but too numerous to
mention. It was a corner full of spicy
odors from far away, tropical lands.

So much time had been consumed in
these entertaining sections that little was
left for the inspection of the left wing, which
I found quite as attractive, perhaps because
laid out in an entirely different manner.
The outer wall here was a solid, high hedge
of evergreen branches woven upon a wire
foundation; outside of this was a show of
every useful implement pertaining to the
gardener’s industry, as well as a display of
vegetables, garden chairs, pagoda shaped
summer houses, rustic baskets and bouquets
of beautiful grasses which are here given
the name of the celebrated artist, Hans
Makart. Low hedges inside divided the
space into gardens of different styles, as a
rose-garden where these favorites took on
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size of small trees. The 8500 Bennett, a
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main a modest bush. A garden of a
thousand years ago, of an oriental type,
was filled with vases. statuettes, and acouch
covered with leopard skins. under an awn-
ing fastened on bamboo poles. Vines
were trained over a dark wooden trellis
above, and from the centre a blue and gold
parrot swung. About the central fountain
in'this wing were orange trees, crowned
with waxen buds and snowy blossoms.
vying in beauty with the perfect yellow
fruit which shone among the dark green
leaves. '
From an arbor constructed like the
hedges, one looks through windows guiltless
of sash and glass, into the monk’s pretty
garden; all the flowers of it were those to
which we give some religious significance,
and the colors also suggested these
thoughts. The carnations around the
sculptured figures of the Virgin and Child
typified the Christian’s laudable pride, his
glory in the faith and work of the Master.
The star-shaped bed of white daisies whis-
pered of the star which rose in the east and
spoke in their purity and beauty Of those
gracious qualities which adorned the life of
the Great Exemplar; the scarlet geraniums
symbolized the red tide Of the Savior’s
blood, and the gold of the yellow daisies
the crown Of rejoicing which awaits the
faithful. DELIA BENTON.
MUNICH. Bavaria.

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SCRAPS.

 

 

l was very much interested in A.
C. G’s account Of the discussion
on “Married Rights in the Purse,” at a
late meeting Of the Antwerp and Paw Paw
Farmers’ Association, reported in the FARM-
ER of Sept. 14. The expressions of opinion
by the members 1 consider do credit to
their sense of justice and fairness toward
the wives who have, without doubt, been es—
sential factors in their prosperity. As
apropos to the subject, I should like to quote
here the sentiments Of Col. '1‘. W. Higgin-
son, an author Whose opinions on topics of
the times I greatly reSpect: “The change,”

he says, “which would make the most dif— ,

ference in the happiness of married pairs
would be the introduction in some form Of
the family purse. By this is meant more
than the allowance for dress and household
expenses wills-h is based on sheer conven-
ience and has no more thought of justice in
it than in the sum allowed the servants to
buy goods when they are sent on errands.
The true division is not based on conveni—
ence but on right—on the knowledge that
the wife’s share of the day’s work is as es-
sential as the husband’s, and that there
should be some equality in the distribution
of the proceeds. The family relation is in
its business aspects a kind of copartner-
ship. In partnerships it is very common
for one person to see to the manufacturing
or care of the property, while the other
handles the money which comes in through
business channels. But the one through
whose hands the money passes does not re-
gard it as his because he handles it, nor
talk of ‘ giving ’ to the other partner. They
draw their share as of right, not Of kindness.
Every woman who takes care of her house-
hold lifts exactly that much from her nus-

tend to outside duties through which the

money comes in. Many a wife works her-

self tO death before the husband discovers

by what it costs him to buy the services of

housekeeper and nurse that the mere ma-

terial labor Of his wife was worth a salary.

The wife needs such an income aside from

her allowance for clothes and housekeeping.
—the latter to be shared with her husband—

as will make her the equal of her husband

as tO her general expenditures. Marriage is

a copartnership; it is much more than that,

but the trouble is that most families make

it much less than that. A wrong system

makes it a business affair so far as the labor

goes. but the alliance ceases when the dis-
tribution Of profits is concerned—as if one
partner balanced the books and deposited

the entire profits to his private account

Marriage is something more than a copart-

nership. but it is nothing less; it is govern-
ed by higher laws, but by no lower ones. If
a woman has earned $1,000 before marriage
it is absurd to work harder and handle less
money than before, while her husband
handles plenty.”

 

I KNOW the above will be “strong doc-
trine ” to those men who have been accus-
tomed to require their wives to give an ac-
count Of pins and postage stamps. But is
there anything about it which is not per-
fectly just and fair? Has a husband a right
to make his wife a genteel pauper by ap-
propriating the money which comes in. sim—
ply because it comes into his hands? Sup—
pose the wife ate his dinner as well as her
own because she cooked it. Yet the sight
of a “horny-handed farmer” deliberately
sitting down to figure up the year‘s profits
and turning over a half to his wife would be
a sight to "make the angels weep” for joy.
I may mention. par parenthesis, that if
angels never weep except at this touching
sight, their faces will never be stained by
tears. A sense Of justice does not overcome
a man to such an extent. and. between you
and 1. good reader. I should dearly love to
ask the Colonel if he makes his practice fit»
his theory. BEATRIX.

HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

THOSE who have tried it, say that string
beans can be had the year round, as a
rarity. by picking them and salting. just as
you do cucumbers. When to be used, take
them from the brine and freshen them; then
cut and cook just as you do in warm
weather.

 

 

your floor white and nice than when it was
cleaned with soap or suds.”

 

Now the days are coming that the
children must be kept indoors more or less,
mothers will welcome any scheme which
tends to keep them quiet and contented at
play in the house. An ingenious mother of
this city makes panels of unbleached cloth,
three feet long by 18 inches wide, which
she' backs with the thick tough m'anilla
paper used by grocers. On these panels,
which are mounted on round sticks at
each end, she pastes the pictures cut from
papers, prints, etc., anything which will
please the little ones. Some of them she
colors with paints, some are ornamented
with bands Of gilt paper. Texts and verses
are added to some of them. and the children
take great pleasure in these simple sub-
stitutes, which are hung up on the wall for
them to study, and put away as soon
as they grow tired and leave them; in this
way the pictures keep fresh, and a new
panel is a change. It is not much work to
make them, a process which the children
watch with interest and an infinite number
of suggestions.

 

ELENOR wishes directions for wide and
narrow crochet edges. Will not some of
our readers who are skillful with the
crochet hook supply the want? She has a
few pretty patterns she would like to ex-
change for others, either in wool or cotton.
Will not Elenor send the HOUSEHOLD
directions for making?

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Contributed Recipes.

 

TOMATO CATSUP.——-One-half bushel ripe to-
matoes; one quart vinegar; quarter pint salt;
two ounces black pepper: same quantity of
allspice and‘bloves: six ounces white mustard.
(Use whole spices and mustard.) Two pounds
sugar, one large red pepper, six onions. Boil
three hours all together; rub through a sieve;
then bottle and seal tight. -

CHILI SAUCE.—Ten large ripe tomatoes;
four onions; two red peppers; chop all fine;
add half cup sugar, one tablespoonful salt,
one teaspoonful black pepper, cloves, cinna-
mon, etc., half cup vinegar. Boil one hour.

YORK. ELENOR.

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Useful Recipes.

 

PEACH RICE PUDDING.—Parc and stone a
quart Of peaches, and lay them in a pudding
dish: sprinkle lightly with sugar and cover
with an equal quantity of cold boiled rice.
Moisten the rice with rich Inilk or thin sweet
cream. and bake three-quarters of an hour.

 

THE Orange County Farmer says: “If
it is a painted floor. keep soapsuds ofic it,
for it spoils the brightness Of the paint,
makes it soft. and then it peels off. leaving
the floor looking worse than if it had not
been painted. If your floor has not been
painted. keep soap off it, for it gives it a
dirty, grimy look, and keeps growing
worse all the time. Just take clean hot
water, put a teaspoonful of ammonia into a
three—gallon pail Of water, stir it, and with
a clean long-handled mop, rub the floor all
over, then wipe it off with clean water. It
will takea little while to get the grey out Of
the boards, but it will come out after a

 

band’s shoulders and leaves him free to at-

time, and you will find it far easier to keep
0

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Serve with cream and sugar, or with a sauce
made of one well beaten egg, a cup of sugar,
3. tablespoonful of fresh butter and a half
pint of boiling milk. Flavor with nutmeg.

PEACH BATTER PUDDING.-——Half fill a deep
pudding dish with pared and stoned peaches,
with a little sugar. Make a batter of a pint
of milk, four eggs, four heaping tablespoon-
fuls of flour and a pinch Of salt. Put the
milk on to boil in a saucepan, reserving one
cup, which mix with flour troa very smooth
paste. Beat the eggs, yolks and whites sep-
arately, stir them all together and add to the
. boiling milk. Stir incessantly until it thickens
l to a smooth batter; pour it over the peaches
l and bake half an hour. Serve the moment it
' leaves the oven, with a liquid sauce.